i
called
back home
today
just
to hear
the sounds
of
being innocent
again
got
a busy signal
and
the unending
pain
of
longing
illinois
feels
like
a daydream
fleeting memories
and
forgotten roads
that used to be
as
ingrained
as the scars
upon
my hands
now
faint white lines
crisscrossing
my brain
and
heart
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it’s still here. i can see it out my window.
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tell it to answer my drunken calls
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will do 😉
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I talked to family today. Not home but I never really had one 🤷♀️
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some days i just miss the illusion of a home i guess
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I’ve always always felt like that, you might have read the one thing from my other blog about shopping with friends? That was one moment that my insides went crazy from my reality compared to others. Or the thanksgiving post I did. Actually I think I’ll post that one here.
Anyhow, yes. Me like you 🙂
I like you and I’m like you in this
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I did read that and your Thanksgiving post. Me like you too
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